Felix stared at the last page. Memories pushed forward at his brain; the time Ralph went Turbo, the time Litwack bought Root beer Tapper to replace Tapper. A lot of meaningless memories came back too, like writing the invitations for the Pac-man party, which he never ended up sending. But most of all, he remembered his father, handing him his hammer every day in the arcade.

He was Fix-it Felix Jr. This was his game. He belonged here.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps. "Frank!" Gene called. "Come back to the party!"

"In a minute!" Frank called.

Another thought occurred to Felix. If he had been removed from his status as a hero, and Frank was a virus, then Frank was out to hurt him. Thinking fast, Felix jumped out of the window and fell down to the bottom floor and died.

He regenerated, rubbing his bottom. "Ow..." he muttered. "I'm never doing that again as long as I live."

Ralph ran up to him. "What was that for?" Ralph yelled.

"I had to get away from Frank." Felix said. "It's a long story. Anyway, look what I found! I have some of my memory back too."

"That's good Felix." said the woman next to Ralph.

"Excuse me? Do I know you?" Felix asked.

The woman's face fell. "How can you not remember me? We're married!"

Felix's mouth dropped open. "What? I think I'd remember marrying a dynamite girl like you."

"Forget it." said the woman, slowly running her hand over her face. "You don't remember. My name is Sargent Calhoun. The girl next to me is Vanellope von Schweetz." she gestured to a girl with candy all over her black hair. After reading the diary, Felix was no longer shocked that she was real.

"Nice to meet you. Sorry I still have no idea who you are." said Felix, shaking her hand. "Anyway, listen! I've found some interesting stuff out." Felix told everyone about the contents of the diary.

"So you kicked your own dad out of your game?" said Ralph. "That sounds harsh to me."

"It was a majority rules kind of thing." said Felix. "27 yes, 3 no."

Ralph nodded. "So what do we do now? I mean, now that we've figured out you really are the hero of Repairman...I mean, the hero of your own game, Felix?"

"We've got to kick Frank out of course." Felix grinned. "Man, this is gonna be payback for all thirty years...No wait, all 20 years, no wait a minute...um...all of that undetermined time he was in my game!"

"About ten days." said Sargent Calhoun. "Frank's been screwing up your life for ten days."

"No big deal," snorted Vanellope. "Turbo was in my game for six years!"

"That is pretty bad." said Felix.

"Frank's not going down without a fight." Sargent Calhoun turned to Felix. "Do you have any idea where your father is?"

Felix shook his head. "No ma'am. I haven't got any idea in the slightest."

"Yes you do, Felix." said a voice. A man hopped over to them from the train. "How long has it been since you've bothered to see me? Ten years?"

Felix stared at the man. It was his father.